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THAT DAMN GENE


That feeling, those feelings, that tingling I have

The twinkling, the gleaming, screaming within

The bleeding, the pleading, the grieving that’s been

Confusing when it’s who I am.

That damn gene, you see, she’s the gasoline, she keeps me clinging

Whether or not you like it, I can’t fight it

It’s innate, it’s great, whether or not I’m straight.

People stare, I swear, it's hard to bare

How do you do it, make me aware

The rudeness, the prudence I have to include

How shrewd, how bad of a mood

Let us be, let us be, different we may be

How happy you must be to be free

Free to be happy, free to be you, no matter your hue

Let us be us, and let us pass through

 

 

 

 

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